Hinata isn't able to bring himself to look Kageyama straight in his smug asshole face. This has become a difficult feat, because it seems like Kageyama follows Hinata everywhere, only to accidentally touch Hinata somehow. The touches aren't anything substantial: shoulders brushing when they cross in the halls, a nudge when Hinata's moving slow during stretches before practice, and the graze of fingers when Kageyama grabs a ball from Hinata's grasp. Every small touch sends Hinata on fire as he remembers the grace and warmth of the setter's hands on his body from the other day. He's got gifted hands and Hinata turns red in the face remembering how loudly Kageyama made him moan with desire, with desperate, needy arousal; he would die of embarrassment before he were to admit this out loud.

Kageyama's not the type to initiate anything more direct when it comes to expressing emotions, because he's infuriatingly emotionally constipated. Hinata has no words to explain why he's so frustrated without sounding like a whiner or a freak or without turning redder than a beet.

How do you say "I find you incredibly sexy and attractive" without losing your cool? Hinata thinks, the sentence repeating in his mindlike a broken record. He's not afraid of being gay: that's something he knew. It's the fact that it's Kageyama Tobio, his goddamn setter of all people, that his heart decided to settle upon.

"You're zoning out in the middle of the hallway, dumbass," a familiar baritone voice barks at Hinata. Of course it's Kageyama, the weirdo! He's staring at HInata with a strange intensity with an unexpected flicker of softness to his face.

...Why is he following me? What does he want from me? Hinata shrieks to himself, his face turning red upon the realization that Kageyama's close enough that Hinata begins to tremble.

For once, Hinata's got no witty retort.

"Why are you following me?" Hinata blurts. It's Kageyama's time to blush.

"I want to understand why you're avoiding me," Kageyama whispers, embarrassed. Hinata visibly relaxes.

"Because...I find you attractive, and I'm afraid that, if you touch me and kiss me like you did the other day, that I'll melt into a puddle of goo that someone slips on and I'll never be able to play volleyball again plus-" Hinata's babbling, incoherent. Kageyama laughs. Hinata doesn't get why: it's not like Hinata's suffering's all that funny or anything.

"What's wrong with you! I spill my guts to you and all I get in return is laughter?" Hinata yells, his voice squeaking and indignant. Kageyama places his hands on Hinata's hips, pushing Hinata to the nearest wall to corner him, their bodies pressed together, a predatory grin on Kageyama's face.

"You're adorable like this," Kageyama growls and Hinata gulps. He's too hot like this, and their bodies are so intertwined that Hinata's skin ripples with goosebumps. Hinata's suddenly afraid people are watching, because this scene feels too intimate; somehow, no one stops by to gape or to judge or to report them for indecency.

Kageyama presses a slow, gentle kiss onto Hinata's lips, and Hinata forgets the world as warmth shoots through his entire body. Kageyama looks too prideful at Hinata's lusty, starstruck gaze; Hinata whimpers and squeaks in desperation and arousal with every kiss. For some reason, Kageyama takes Hinata's desire-laced noises as a cue to start kissing Hinata's cheeks, throat, chest, collarbones, lips leaving deep red marks all over.

"I told you I'd make you mine." Hinata didn't mind.